InspirationA Poem by MaxAwaiting Inspiration’s touch, I glanced up to see your face The subtle rouge upon your cheeks Glowed with warmth and grace Hair in curls, sunlight played Upon your azure eyes The depth of the thoughts behind them I could only hope to surmise Away you went as though the wind Had blown you like debris And though my heart was heavy then Inspiration came to me
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Added on September 12, 2011 Last Updated on September 12, 2011 AuthorMaxAboutA 19 year-old music student with renaissance-man aspirations. My endeavors include poetry, literature, philosophy, art history, songwriting, classical music, and general snobbery. more..Writing
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